Mallory Monroe is a surgical intern at Grand Meadow Hospital. Harry Styles is a prestigious pediatric surgeon who will do anything to save his patients lives. But what will happen when their paths cross before they even make it through those hospital doors?

"I just--I want more time, Harry. Don't you?" Lynette fought to keep her voice steady. "This--this isn't enough." Harry shifted and his eyes met hers. She could see that his too, shone with unshed tears. His fingers toyed aimlessly with his IVs and he exhaled tiredly into his oxygen mask. But then he smiled, a beautiful smile that lit up his face revealing the dimples she loved. "You know, I think I've finally gotten exactly the amount of time I need." He let a single tear fall. "You are my one great, perfect love and knowing you has made my life complete." •~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~• In which a medical student falls in love with an extraordinary boy at university. And learns to treasure every moment with him even as his health deteriorates.

"Perfect stitches won't save a dying patient." "And your chaos won't either." Neurosurgery is the one place Noah Trent's life makes sense. Every incision is measured, every risk calculated, every thought forced into straight lines. Crossing an ocean for a coveted London residency, she plans to keep her head down, her charts perfect, and her compulsions hidden in the spaces between shifts. Then she's assigned to Dr. Harry Styles, the hospital's youngest neurosurgeon and its coldest orbit, a man who never raises his voice but dismantles people with a single, precise question. In an operating room built on control, Noah discovers that some hearts don't race, they unravel, stitch by deliberate stitch.

In a death-haunted town, the cursed heirs of monstrous bloodlines must choose between upholding their families' sinister rituals or destroying them from within-knowing that every betrayal may be their only chance at survival, every act of love a fatal weakness, and failure means joining the dead beneath their feet.